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It’s already past six in the morning when you realize you probably should’ve gone to sleep hours ago. The night is thinning out, the sky just barely starting to change, and everything feels quieter than it’s supposed to.
You don’t expect anything. You really don’t.
But still, you send it—half joke, half hope.
“Are you awake rn maybeee.”
Your phone lights up almost instantly, and the relief hits before you can stop it.
The replies come fast. Messy. Panicked. Clearly written by someone who’s barely awake.
You smile without meaning to.
“What are you saying tho 😭”
He explains that your notification woke him up, that he fell asleep, that he feels bad—like genuinely bad.
“im so sorry i fell asleep.”
You feel guilty right away.
He tells you he’s just washing his face, and you immediately tell him not to.
“noo that’ll wake you up more—go back and sleep.”
There’s a pause, and then he says the thing that makes your chest feel a little tight.
“but i said i would spend tonight with you.”
You don’t want him feeling bad over this. Not at all.
He says he feels horrible.
You tell him not to worry.
That you can still talk tomorrow.
Then he asks if you’ve been up the whole time.
“have u been up all time.”
“BUT THAT’S NOT THE CASE.”
“andddd tmr we will talk.”
He says he feels horrible again, and you keep reassuring him until the conversation softens, until it slows into something gentle and sleepy.
He asks if you’re going to sleep now.
“yeahhh iam,” you tell him. “im just happy i finally got a reply outta you.”
He thanks you for understanding, and the little sad face somehow makes it sweeter.
“tysm for understanding ☹️”
Then, like you’re guiding him back into rest:
He tells you to sleep too.
You apologize one last time for waking him up.
“sorry for waking you up thoooo.”
Then he says good night. Uses your name. And suddenly everything feels quieter.
“good night, Y/N, you go sleep too okay?”
You reply to his message, promising—actually promising—that you’ll sleep too.
“okayyy i promise” you say
He replies again, stretching the letters like he’s already drifting.
One last message comes through.
You put your phone down after that, the room still dark, your eyes finally heavy. The night didn’t go how you imagined it would—but somehow, it turned into something softer. Because even half-asleep, even exhausted, he still showed up.
And that matters more than anything.
α/и: i hope yall missed meeee this was inspired by sσmething that happened to me at new years!!! with a little special someoneee >_<
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